Learning and Unlearning of Dr.Jekyll and Madam Hyde.
The morning sounds of a typical southern house was on. Mallamma making coffee, her husband who in a rural set up would have been called “Aiyaa’ (these days it was “Saar ” or “Sirji” depending on where he was stationed, or where his children were stationed) going through “The Hindu”. Now Mallamma was very diligent …
I love my coffee. Over my lifetime I don’t know how many cups of coffee I’ve had but take my word for it – it’s a lot. Over all that time coffee has gone from just something I accepted as normal to hero or villain depending on what narrative was trendy at the time. […] via …
A nights restful sleep. When the sleep debt is paid, the body is rejuvenated, because it is rested and repaired. Irrelevant thoughts are flushed out as fantasies. Waking up to a smell is of course much more satisfying than waking up to a noise, instead of barging in uninvited and yaking you out into reality …
Writer..Coffee...broken pencil. Ashit looked around, he could see the coffee dispensing machine, the broken pencils in the recycle bin, the writer though was missing. Ashit knew this smell a familiar smell of moving on. The guest would move on, leaving stale memories of them behind. As a house keeper Ashit had seen many of them, …
Maximize your freshness “No my friend i am not drunk, it is that I have been to the dentist and I need not go again for six months, thats a beautiful thought” this is a quote from my favourite character, Hercules Poirot created by Agatha Christie Remember dentistry is not expensive neglect is. Truth be …
Two men were sitting at the diner and having dinner. A woman seated in a parked car watched them through the window for a while. She was furious with one of the diners, how dare he sit here leaving his mother alone? She waited a while before she got off the car and walked up …
